Sickest verse in a rap song!!

You heard the lines in a song, that got you saying damn! What are your favorites verse or two from a song, old or new? Here are mine:

"Last name ever, first name greatest, like a sprain ankle boy, I ain't nutin to play wit." Drake--"Forever"

"I f**k around and get hardcore, C4 to ya door, no beef no more." Biggie Smalls-"Warning"

"I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire to hell, I'ma hustla baby, I'll sell water to a well." Jay Z-"U Don't Know"

The whole song "triumph" by wu tang clan. Pure fire.

Get me Bodied, the whole song.

LOL, funny that the first thing that also popped into my head was also a Drake lyric...

"The Game needs Change and I'm the Muthafuckin' Cashier" from Successful

He's no Biggie but that is pretty damn sweet.

cage. agent orange.

"If you go platin, it's got nothing to do with luck, it just means that a million people are stupid as f..." Immortal Technique's Industrial Revolution

A couple of my favorite verses of all time...

It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you
The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues
Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit, explicit
I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it
We live this, fitted hats low, conceal the Crooked I
No surprise, verbal stick up, put em high
Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw
Blow the door off this shit like bricks and C4
-Inspectah Deck on Its Yourz



Right now I'm smiling
Taking advantage of this moment
Cause there might not be another soon
Holding on to memories like roller coaster handle bars
tightly cause I'm slightly off my rocker--But to you
I may appear to be your average joe
But little do you know
that even joe got problems that he gots to joust with
Floating in this game of life
Despite how out of place you may feel
In this race oh you just can't quit
Ain't that a bitch--that being heat
I'm on the beat like cops
Only cultivate the stable dirt when I skeet my drops
No concentrating knocking other niggas out the box
Why?--Cause in a sense
See we all be kind of fly
Just can't be scared to spread your wings
Head to better things
Maybe the mockingbird and nightengale
they want to sing--keeping this thing alive
To the table's what we bring
We like hailstorms and blizzards in the middle of the spring
Extraterrestrial
-Andre 3000 on Extraterrestrial

"Out of your back door in to another, your boyfriend doesn't now about me and your mother"

yall n!66@z is faker than yellow no. 5 --mos def

...but that get me bodied was a close second

"To me, robbin comes naturally...in and out like fuckin rapidly" - B.I.G

All I gotta say is KOOL G RAP. His verse on the Symphony is Hot Fiyah.

Bitch tried to pill that preagnant sh*t...
So like a Mack, I surprised her...
Dropped her ass off at kaiser.

Too short...

I can't find one that I can post the whole verse to. It's explicit and this is work..... but I've always liked this line - "Waxing that ass like Rain Dance"

Big Pun

"Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily'

Eminem

Back when Mark Walhberg was Marky Mark
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to, mix Hen' with Bacardi Dark
And when it, kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the, sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
And you'll be, sick then and you'll probably barf
And my pre-diction is you're gon' probably fall
either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall
And every-thing's spinnin, you're beginnin to think women
are swimmin in pink linen again in the sink


And since everyone was mentioning Drake... heres my fav drake line

I remember Amy, she used to AIM me
She stayed up late, and used to blame me
She say I’m too wild, she wanna tame me
I told her ‘Even Photoshop couldn’t change me’

And that no strings attached your love is so Wifi...


that Digital Girl verse from Drake is just a clever ass verse.

"I’m in yo
neighborhood area
CD thing tapedeck iPod
your girlfriend and she say I got great sex
safe sex is great sex
better wear a latex
cuz you don’t want that late text
that “I think I’m late” text hehe
so wrap it up
but he so sweet she wanna lick the "w"Rapper"

-lil wayne lollipop remix.


Also, then entire Big Brother- Kanye... It is all about Jay-z. great.

Im sorry but Drake is garbage, i wont be surprised if lil wayne writes his shits cause style and rhymes are pretty much identical. Plus to me he comes off as an actor.

"I wake you up and as i stare in your face you seem stun, remember me the one you got your idea from" -Rakim

"Cool, cause i don't get upset, i kick a hole in the speaker pull the plug then i jet" -Rakim

Rakim is probably one of the most quoted emcees there ever was, everyone has taken a piece of his raps and put in their own.

Speaking of Rakim...
"Take seven MCs and put 'em in a line
and add seven more brothers who think they can rhyme
well it'll take seven more before I go for mine
now that 21 MCs ate up at the same time"

Rollin faster than a motherfuckin dirt bike
Never met a piece of pussy that I didn't like
Like to eat it, like to suck it
Take a shit... in a bucket; Straight Outta Locash!!!


that pooping in a bucket line just always stuck with me for some reason..

"birthdays were the worst days... now we sip champagne when we're thirstay"

I like that one that mentions all the money, the hot bitches, the sexual prowess, and the big dick.

(I'm sure that helps narrow it down to merely 85% of all hip-hop)

"Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily"

Big Pun - "twins"

Bet she suck until I ain't got no more, only in L.A.
Bust on bitches be-lly, rub it in they tummy
Lick it, say it's yummy, then fuck yo' man
Fuck your plan, is it to rock the Tri-State?.....

now i push miracle whips

gusto like a mofo.
gets my vote.

DincO D froom LONS, his verse in scenario is one of my faves of all time.

True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo
Scenario's ready yo, rates more than four
Scores for the snores that smother dancefloors
Now I go for mine, shave the seashore
Ship-shape crushed Grapes Apes that play tapes
Papes make drakes baked for the wakes
of an L-ah, An E-ah, simply just a leader
bass in his face means peace see ya later
Later? (LATER!) Later alligator
Pop goes the weasel and the herb's the inflater
So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow
Funk flipped flat back first fist foul fight fight fight
Laugh yo how's that sound (ohhhhhh!)

and of course Chip-Fu'
Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci
Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora
adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe
Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop
With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!
Yo, zilch kaput me nada none son
I don't think so, so take a look at
a Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee
ba schnicker bah snchnucker
I ams what I ams that's all what I ams
My lyrics are never done
I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd
Al Bundy the Bud Light stud
Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness
Moc and Poc is, my witness
Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead
I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble
Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ
These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ
Mr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread
You said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop
and I don't stop drop, I get props
I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion

and all MC's jaws drops down
My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin
Rippin MC's to smithereens to their
ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS
So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip
You'll say "Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship"
So oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?
Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it
Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew
La Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!

"Yeah, I just took some Ecstasy
Ain't no tellin' what the side effects could be
All these fine bitches equal sex to me
Plus I got this bad bitch layin' next to me
No doubt, sit back on the couch
Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out
Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth
Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out"

And the entirety of "Gimme the loot."

Perfect

I'm not Superman
because anybody can
or should be able
to rock a turntable
Grab the mic
plug it in
and begin
But that's where the problem starts
no heart
Because of that
alot of groups fell apart - KRS One



Who dropped the bomb on Hip Hop
Who got Biggie, and who shot Tupac
What's forgot
ain't no Easy
no Scott LaRock
Now what's rap got to do with what you got
For whom the bell tolls
Is that the way the story goes
85 percent believing all the videos
God knows
Who controls the radios
Some people chose the road to be hoes
And so I rose
In the middle of all the woes
And the DefJam negroes
turnin up their nose
There's one way in and now way out
No doubt the body count
Gettin heads checkin out - Public Enemy



Talk about a battle but you ain't yet ready for war.
Your metaphor sucks more than a whore.
You can't replace me,
ice me or
ace me,
bass me,
face me,
slice me or
race me,
bite me or
taste me --
I'll show you that I got force.
My rap burns your mouth like hot sauce.
Run for water while I break your tape recorder.
Server-to-sucker: the order is manslaughter.
Another rapper, G Rap wrecks,
he's rated X,
to mean the boy is sex.
Next...
the amp-lifier gets used and abused.
Pumps so loud, we might blow a fuse.
This is anger, madness,
ready to hang 'er.
Rapper or singer:
I'm puttin' up my middle finger - Kool G Rap

You kick like me, no exaggeration necessary
Livin' revolutionary, nothin' less than legendary
Gangsta shit hereditary, got it from my dad
Flow colder than February with extraordinary swag

T.I.

How the hell could you put that weak ass Drake lyric in there?...but anyway...my pick would be the first verse off Binary Star's track ...check this out.....


This is how I represent I rock the mic 110 percent

It's intimate, I keeps the party moving like a imigrant

Binary Star, superstar its no coincidence

Every verse is intricate, this ain't a circus in a tent

We don't get down like them clowns and the kids

I'm use to being indegent, who said its all about the Benjamin's?

I wanna fortune, I wanna make music and hit the lottery

Fortunately my music is never watery

That's how its gotta be, as far as I can see

Maybe you should grab a telescope to see my veiw its like astronomy

It aint all about economy

so the fact that these wack emcees is making G's don't bother me

Honestly, my number one policy is quality

never sell my soul is my philosophy

High velocity, lyrics like Nastradamus make a prophecy

I told you cats a long time a go it ain't no stoppin' me

I bomb your set that's not a threat its a promise

Got everybody ridin' on my wagon like the Amish

But still I never claim to be a big rap star

So no matter who you are its still Allah who act God

Better believe this, most rappers can't achieve this

I'm bad to the bone but x-rays can't even see this

See I'm strategic I letcha money talk bullshit walk

While I keep it rollin' like parapalegics

Whoever's on the microphone let it be known

You in danger, I got next(necks) like the Boston Strangler

You ain't never heard an emcee speak like this

And Rodney King ain't never felt a beat like this

I'm the baddest, takin' out all rookies
So forget Oreo's eat Cool J cookies

somebody posted a then-and-now pic of Ice Cube... brought back a memory.

I'm a have ta wreck a ho'shea
I heard a ho say you her favorite rapper
(so what) so I had to slap her, ugn
And violate you, a muslim drinking brew
Your ni**a ain't no mack 10, he's a 22.

Common - The bi**h in Yoo

which remind me... i got some action cos of these...

If heaven had a height, you would be that tall
Ghetto to coffee shop, through you I see that all
Let's stick to understandin and we won't fall
For better or worse times, I hope to me you call
So I pray everyday more than anything
friends will stay as we begin to lay
this foundation for a family - love ain't simple
Why can't it be anything worth having you work at annually

Granted we known each other for some time
It don't take a whole day to recognize sunshine

The Light...

"To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushes"

That is the best line, ever! The reset of the verse is dope, too.

"Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies
The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you'll find me
The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind me
Mad question askin, blunt passin, music blastin
But I just can't quit
Cause one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with
Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not
Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players
Jump in the Rover and come over
tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree"

Notorious B.I.G. "Big Poppa"

Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
One nigga's gettin jealous, and motherfuckers died

Tupac - All Eyez On Me

Dope! ... Wu-Tang Forever album = Classic!

I came in the door, i said it before
I never let the mic magnatize me no more
But it's biting me, fighting me, inviting me to rhyme
I can't hold it back, I'm looking for the line,
Taking off my coat, clearing my throat
My rhyme will be kicking it until I hit my last note
My mind'll range to find all kinds of ideas
Self-esteem makes it seem like a thought took years to build
But still say a rhyme after the next one
Prepared, never scared, I'll just bless one
And you know that I'm the soloist
So Eric B, make 'em clap to this

I ain't a killa but don't try to push me!!!

+1

"I am a nightmare walkin', psychopath talkin', king of my jungle...just a gangster stalkin' "

Ice-T "Colors"

Every time I hear Meth's rhyme on Shame on a Nigga i just have to rewind and listen again:

"Yo rza, yo razor!
Hit me with the major
The damage. my clan, understand, it be flavor
Gunnin! hummin comin atcha
First Im gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gatcha!
You could never capture the method mans stature
For rhyme & for rapture, got niggaz resigning, now master
My style?
Never! I put the ... buck in the wild kid, Im terror
Razor sharp, I sever the head from the shoulders,
Im better than my compeda!
You mean competitor, whadeva! lets get together"

In my historical oracle
I blast metaphorical
editorials educating
in my territorial get torn
heavily armed with seventy bombs
that'll blast devine like the heavenly song
Your men'll be gone
if they explore my deepest thoughts
i beat hearts in 2 then ask demons for chalk
I'm dreaming a stalk
MCees in the dark I walk
Blindfolded the mines golded
Watch how you talk
My styles is an art
Recognize lycially purity
All hell breaks loose like a mall with no security
The dopest vocalist
with my third eye, I focus with
I proceed, flow with the speed of an INDY motorist
There's more of this than wasted
Shiny chains and braclets
I hit tracks my toungue weigh
for the brains to blaze in
Amazin angelic, tell it to your people

Jedi Mind Tricks - I against

Cappadonna - WInter Warz

I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
See my face on the twenty dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve
Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you could get long dick hip-hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard

Hova - Venus vs Mars

Thought Shawty was the truth, found out she was a cheater,
we were supposed to takeover, I caught her bumping Ether!
I thought shawty like Mike, found out she like Prince,
thought she was Adrian, it’s been Rocky ever since,
My dollars was down, she left me for some Euro’s,
Took my whole flavour, I call her coke zero,
Co-MVP like Kobe and Shaq,
left me for the Heat,
we were winning back to back,
said I partied too much, shawty got fed up,
shawty got Britney shaved her whole head up,
we used to make out, kissing each others face off,
Fell for the ponzi scheme, damn shawty just Made-off.

I forgot about this one....Masta Killa's verse from Da Mystery Of Chessboxin:

Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty
What justifies the homicide, when he dies?
In his own iniquity it's the
Master of the Mantis Rapture coming at you
We have an APB on an MC Killer
Looks like the work of a Master
Evidence indicates that's it's stature
Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture
The flow, changes like a chameleon
Plays like a friend and stabs you like a dagger
This technique attacks the immune system
Disguised like a lie paralyzing the victim
You scream as it enters your bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
Moving on a nigga with the speed of a centipede
and injure - ANY MOTHERFUCKING CONTENDER

FIRE!!!!

this thread's gonna have me listenin to old Wu-Tang shit all day now :)

The second week we were dry humping. It’s gotta count for something.
Listen, girly. Surely you don’t want me to talk about how I nutted early cos I ejaculated prematurely and bust all over your belly, and you almost started hurling and said I was gross, go get a towel you’re stomachs curling?
Or maybe you do.
But if I’m embarrassing me, I’m embarrassing you and don’t you dare say it isn’t true.
As long as the song’s getting airplay I’m dissing you.
I’m a hair away from getting carried away and getting sued.
I was gonna stop at 16
That was 32
This is 34 bars. We ain’t even a third of the way through.
Damn, Slim. Mariah played you. Mariah who?
Oh did I say ”whore”, Nick? I meant a liar too.
Like I’ve been goin off on you all this time for no reason.
Girl you out ya alcholic mind. Check ya wine cellar. Look at the amounts of all the wine.
Like I fuckin sit around and think about you all the time.
I just think this shit is funny when I pounce you on a rhyme.
But fuck it now I’m bout to draw the line.
And for you to cross it that’s a mountain that I doubt you wanna climb.

2nd verse from "That's When Ya Lost" by Souls of Mischief:

I, proliferate and quickly fade to niggas vigorous
Figure I kick stunts,punch twice that nigga that's dissin'
Attach'em to bats, latchin', and matchin' my cataclysm
I give'em a (skism),
I (stroke to croak her, I broke her)
Chokin' up on my syntax, as I bend backs by impact
Heads, dead with my lead graff
I clothe thee, I (swing) off-beat, off the cerebellum, swellin' nimrods
Ten brains couldn't parallel this,
I'm caraouselling kids
While they wallow and swallow hollow tips (yep)
You follow and slippin'
I'm rippin' mics nice twice like (dicin' kids in fractions)

And anything by Rakim...probably my favorite lyricist ever....

Thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze me Rakim

This is tough.

A-Plus' verse on "Live and Let Live" is one of the best pro-violence statements ever
El-P's response to Sole in "Linda Tripp" still burns after all this time
Hood's verse on the What's the Scenario Remix is still top 10 status (that's verse 1 for all you newjacks)

and you can add OC's entire "Time's Up" to that list.

Wu tang is the reason I stopped listening to hip hop.... Everything after them just came off lame as fuck....wu set the bar real high and no one can top them. They were so original with the whole Kung foo style... Everyone now seems like a weak ass carbon copy of each other!!! 95% hot trash!

Any verse in Jeru Tha Damaja - How ill (Every verse is quality!!!)

With lines like.....

"I'm so ill they model computer chips after my brain,
when the country's in drought they call the kid for rain,
bring peace to the gaza strip cos i got so much clout,
mario owes me dough for knocking donkey kong out"

lol

for now... beastie boys root down...

"I'll Fill You With The Fuckin' Rim Like Brim
I'm Walking Down Your Block And You Say That's Him
There Goes The Guy With The Funky Sound
The Beastie Boys You Know We Come To Get Down
Because I've Got The Flow Where I Grab My Dick
And Say Oh My God, That's The Funky Shit"

and

"Well You Say I'm Twenty Something And Should
Be Slacking
But I'm Working Harder Than Ever And You Could
Call It Macking
So I'm Supposed To Sit Upon My Couch Watching My
T.V.
I'm Still Listening To Wax, I'm Not Using The CD"

from the Sure Shot

"Fuckin punk, you aint a leader what? nobody follow-ed you
You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you"

"Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick
And if you think I cant fuck with whoever, put your money up
Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up"

Big L

"There's gonna be a lotta slow singing, flower bringing, if my burglar alarm starts ringing"

BIG

and honourable mention:

"like Burger King, have it your way!"

I throw your gang sign up and then I'll spit on my hand
Give me a hundred grand, give me your watch, give me your chain
That's your girl, bitch get over here, give me some brain
I'll bust off on her face, and right after the segment
She'll probably rub it in her pussy, trying to get herself pregnant
"obnoxious" Immortal Technique

"you that cat in the club to hit wit a bottle,
fuckin with me you better tryin to hit lotto,
and don't answer back cuz this hard shit to follow,
and you can't spit nigga so you obviously must swallow"
masta ace
www.youtube.com view

"I bought cages tape, opened it, then dubbed over it"

eminem - role model

*sickest

This one gets my vote of best of all time period.

youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

ftw.

just kiddning :D

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with a close second of...

So don't never ever,
In any kind of weather,
Try to mess with the tall, young legend in leather
LL Servin' 'em well, The beat elevates and the scratch excels...

ROCK THE BELLS !!! Huhhh!!!

(Original Version) LL Cool J (Pre-Sell Out)

I like a long haired thick red bone
Open up her legs then filet mignon that pussy
I'm a get in and on that pussy
If she let me in I'm a own that pussy

Lil Wayne - Every Girl

really?

Wack, Wack, Wack....not cause its Lil Wayne...cause its wack.

If you use the same word to rhyme at the end of three consecutive bars you are automatically disqualified from having the sickest verse in a rap song.

Way to many dope verses but the Rakim verses on "My Melody" is pure raw uncut


Cappadonna's verse on "Winter Warz" never ceases to amaze me

You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin
for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong
Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong
Extravangza, time sits still
No propoganda, be wary of the skill
As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum
Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome
Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat
CD massacre, murder to cassette
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet
One man ran, tryin to get away from it
Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh
into your chamber like Freddy enter dream
Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
Four course applause, like a black dat to dat
You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map
Nowhere to go except next show bro
Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O
in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin
All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin
Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich
Every other day my whole dress code switch
So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry
All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
See my face on the twenty dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve
Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you could get long dick hip-hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard
Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd
My repotoire, is U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design
I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind
Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV
Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee
Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott
Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet
under vets, we paid our debts for mad years
Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers
and blunt power, born physically power speakin
The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin

I start to think
And then I sink
Into the paper... Like I was ink
When I'm writin' I'm trapped in between the line
I escape... when finish the rhyme
I got soul

Rakim

Radiant energy
That'll be the penalty
Touch the third rail, I'm the pain and remedy
The perscriptions one every hour... now it's a habit
You need another hit from the freestyle fanatic
ATENTION FOLLOW DIRECTS REAL CLOSE:
KEEP OUT OF REACH OF CHILDREN
BEWARE OF OVERDOSE
Too many miligrams
No one made a iller jam
My rhymes is the rhythm
My thoughts a kill a man

"Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em"

Rakim

Also... all of "Untouchable", "No Omega" by Rakim.

I don't know why exactly, but I've always had a strong bond with Psyko Funk by Boo Yaa Tribe. Something to do with not being Black and totally into hip hop at the time. I also went by DJ Psycho back then.

"Well, I remember in September you was walkin around the club
Cause the music that deejay played had you standin lookin dumb
I was worried, had to hurry, cause the crowd might go home
So I asked the deejay from the club, "Hm-m, can I gets the microphone?"
He looked up at me all surprised, said, "You ain't even black"
So I palmed his face like a basketball and I threw his ass back
I said I'm not a Doobie Brother, but we do be hip
And there's one thing I dislike when people at a party sit
Now I didn't come here to be judged by the color of my skin
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. just went Psyko cause they wouldn't let us in
So we bailed on stage and OMB had turned that bass up loud
But before the one-time could pick us up we had already moved the crowd
With psyko funk"

"She knows the DJ, he's on Serato...."

Outta Control - Baby Bash ft. Pitbull

Just because.....

+1 on Twinz Deep Cover

All of Tha Shiznit - Snoop

Dead Homiez
And It's gettin to my temple
Why is that the only black folks get to ride in a limo

All of Hit em Up - But esp
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me
all you niggaz livin bummy why you're fuckin with me
I'm a self made milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha

Hail Mary
I ain't a killa but don't push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin Pussy

You Gots to Chill
2nd Verse
To the average mc I�m known as the terminator
Funky beat maker, new jack exterminator
Destroy an employ�, when your rhymes are not void
Never sweatin your girl (why p? ) cause she�s a skeezoid
When I�m on the scene I always rock the spot
I grab the steel with the crown on top
In the beginnin -- I like to let my rhymes flow
And at twelve I press cruise control
Sit back and relax, let my rhymes tax
Maintain mc�s while the double e macks
Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill..

4th Verse
I�m the p, double-e, m-d-e-e
And one thing I hate, is a bitin mc
When I enter the party suckers always form a line
Then they ease their way up, and try to bite my lines
I did thousands of shows, dissed many faces
And deal with new jacks, on a one-to-one basis
But every now and then a sucker mc gets courageous
And like an epidemic it becomes contagious
But never the least they all r.i.p
For all those unaware it means rest in peace
Cause m.d. -- stands for microphone doctor
And the capital p (capital p) capital m (capital m)
Capital d-e-e�s no doubt the chief rocker
Don�t like to get ill, but if I have to I kill
So believe me boy, you gots to chill..

Murder Was the Case
No more indo,gin and guice
I'm on my way to Chino,rollin on the grey goose
shackled from head to toe
25 with an izL with nowhere to gizo
I know them niggas from the other side recognize my face 'cause it's O.G.D.O.G.G-L.B.C.
mad doggin' niggas 'cause I don't care
red jumpsuit with two brades in my hair
niggas stare as I enter the center
they send me to a level 3 yard thats where I stay late
nite I hear toothbrushes scrapin' on the floor
niggas gettin' they shanks just incase the war
pops off,'cause you can't tell what's next
my little homey Babyboo took a pencil in his neck
and he probably wont make it to see 22
I put that on my momma I'm a ride for you Babyboo

Can I Get A...
Can I hit in the MORNINGwithout givin you half of my doughAnd even worse if I was broke would you WANT ME?If I couldn't get you finer thingslike all of them diamond rings bitches KILL FORwould you STILL ROLL?If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailandwould you RIDE THEN, if I wasn't DRIVIN?If I wasn't ah, eight figure nigga by the name of Jiggawould you come around me, or would you clown me?If I couldn't flow futuristic would yaput your two lips on my wood and kiss it - could yasee yourself with a nigga workin hard at a 9 to 5and then ten to six, two jobs to survive, ordo you need a BALLA? So you can shop and tear the MALL UP?Brag, tell your friends what I BOUGHT YAIf you couldn't see yourself with a nigga when his dough is lowBaby girl, if this is so, yo.

Not exactly the greatest thing but everytime I hear this song it feels like the first time hearing it.

I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
and keep them shook crews runnin'
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
your simple words just don't move me
you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
don't make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another nigga deceased, another story gets told
it ain't nothin' really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don't know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Prodigy off of Mobb Deep's Shook Ones Part 2

^^^ classic... I grew up just down the street from those guys.

" I got more flava than a 7-Eleven slurpee, If Magic can admit he got AIDS, F*ck it, I got herpes!"

"Soul Flower (Remix)" The Pharcyde

That foo dont like pussy. He kisses Byrdman in the mouth all the time. HAHAHA!

Not that I do it, but Byrdman is Lil' Wayne's dad...

heh heh heh...he must have been around 13 when Lil Wayne was born then...if so, he would have been young enough to sell him for a betamax player, maybe if he did that we wouldnt have to suffer the trash Lil Wayne subjets us to these days haha

"Hello Mutha_ucka, Hey Hi, Hi Yur Doin.. Its Weezy F Baby bout to take a shit an urine on the toilet bowl bitches.."

"I got 10 Restrooms i could shit all day"

Weezy "Needs to Poop" Baby..

uhhh... Byrdman IS NOT Lil waynes father....

answers.yahoo.com

come on ya'll..... if your a fan of lil wayne, you should've known this by now LOL

maybe lil wayne likes "daddies" in a sexual way? HAHAHAHA

Canibus's Verse on Lost Boys'Beast from the east

Canibus is sick!

My favourite verse of the moment is:

Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her just like a bust route
Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church ends

From Jay-Z's Empire State Of Mind. Just check out the way Jay flows on it, he kills it!

he's ill on the freestyle tip also. can anyone remember the freestyle he did a while back on hot97 (i think), where he went off about being 'twice the speed of 4 pentium chips' (again, can't remember)... it was released on a cd if i'm not mistaken.

but anyways, here's Canibus

If I had half as many bars in gold
as I had in lyrics when I flowed
I'd be the richest man on the globe
Sucka wanna know is Canibus gold?
That's a stupid-ass question punk, is Canada cold?

Just like the stories of the hare and the tortoise
The rabbit was faster but fell asleep in the forest
But lost cuz the Tortoise had endurance
I always stay focused the longest
I promise I could battle any artist until they just get exhausted and forfeit

ok, i found it. it's from Sway and Tech's Wake Up show... this was the sickest freestyle i heard ever.

Yo, I'm a nuclear warhead
Right now you're provokin my detonation
Never test me without proper authorization
My lack of patience has cause me to get mad
And explode right in front of your face like a airbag
Your rhyme is fake, your brain is child's play to manipulate
I create lyrics too intricate to imitate
Movin at a velocity
That'll break your stop-watch if you're clockin me
My concrete jungle is like Jumanji
But iller than what you seen in the cinema
A five foot eight nigga wit more horsepower than twelve cylinders
My brain consists of twin pentium chips
That's double the clock speeds of a 5-86
And nuttin about my physical matrix is basic
I kick flavor beyond what your tongue is capable of tastin
You'll be so surprised you won't believe your own eyes
It's like explainin color to a man that was born blind
One of a kind, I got divine chromosomes in me
My sperm'll scramble the eggs in a women's ovaries
Cuz I'm as original as it gets
And I can't respect, niggas that copy like double-decks
I get vexed, when crab punks bite my style
Cuz I'm sellin a thousand records per day, per square mile
Breakin the laws of phsyics, wit metaphors and lyrics
Speakin to dead poets by conjuring up they spirits
From Shakespeare to Edgar Allen
Yo, the whole Dead Poets Society couldn't mess around wit the talent
Much less understand it
I make type-rope walkers in the circus
lose they balance when I kick the planet

Prolific
Flow might blow, listen
Get Zooted, banging that dope music
My mind is set
This year niggas better step it up
I get the job done way before the check is cut
I don't wrote write raps for free
If I did, I won't make it like Shaq from three
My motto is simple
Without that loot
Your instrumentals stay instrumentals
A blind man could see the kids potential
And take notice so I grind and stay focused
If I was any hotter
I'd drink straight vodka, spit out flames, and piss lava
That hot fam, try again
That's why I got hoes like firemen
You could plug them up to hydrants
I should push a big red truck with sirens
Got a flow that'll stop beginners
I mall y'all a shopping center
Every time I yell I say
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A

Can-I-Bus-a-bus! Very dope.

Yeah.. I got that CD.... My sperm will scramble the eggs in a womans ovaries.... LOL

Cormega Free on Flex Mixtape Vol. 2

A-yo Mega Montana drama is my code of honor
Fuck a vest I wear my coat of armor
I'm a ghetto soldier throwin' hollows
In God we trust through the knowledge as follows
My Firm multiple dollars I know you wish
I was still in prison feeling sorrow
Plans for tomorrow expand convict in a condo
Ninja black Lexus yo check this I'm from the Bridge son I rep it
And shine like my gold necklace in a reflection of a sinner perfected
And manifested in the essence
Who ever test this either hard to kill or live a death wish
I bless this shit nigga you hand to hand I'm plannin' my next flick
Of Firm volume number on Flex shit
Yeah nigga be runnin' up the spot with mad shit get knocked
Go to court for razorblade in they asses son
I live the life of trifeness
Ghetto nights and razorblades slicing the wife's shit
Metal type hood fellow for life takin' mines like Tyson
My work fare with death and indictment old timers are lightin'
I started writtin' and become the trifest
Nigga in Queensbridge ended up on Rikers
Seems shit was real as steel guage
My enemies think individuals a cat witht an ill fate
Yeah son you know how we do.
My man Funkmaster Flex yo volume 2.
It's real like that y'all.

Street's disciple my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split
Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin Jesus
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source
Swimmin in women like a lifeguard
Put on a bulletproof nigga I strike hard
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan
I melt mics till the sound waves over
Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah
Slammin MC's on cement
Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient
I move swift and uplift
your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme
Rappin sniper, speakin real words
My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's
Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard
My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God
Science is dropped, my raps are toxic
My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket

Nas "Live at the Barbeque" (Main Source / Breakin' Atoms)

The money stasher, gun blastin razor slasher
the human asthma breath taker
body dump waster
the glock cocker, block locker the rock chopper,
the shot popper, the jock cock glocker
The face splitter, human disgrace getter
the lady shitter, phone joneser
sneak over fuck your babysitter
The chronic smokin, gun totin hearse initiator
the crack supplier, the human drug generator
The honey gamer, the chicken tricker
the slick the long dick pussy sticker
the ready to bust that ass kicker
The track manoeuvre, the box barrier
the off of the dome rapper
the c-74 ox carrier....

Favourite part of the song. The whole tune is sick though.

Smoothe The Hustler ft Trigga Tha Gambler
Broken Language

Just last night when Kane was gettin' ready
I slipped a little green one inside his spaghetti

^ Dopeness. Nas's verse on Verbal Intercourse was hella dope as well.

Pharoahe Monch

Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages
Through stages of wackness, Pharoahe's raps are blazin
And it amazes - me how you claim thug
but go two-ways without SkyTel pagers
I'm intellectual, pass more essays/ese's
than motorcade police parades through East L.A.
More beef then deli's, thus what I vent is just
What you lust to vent is irrele'
Huh, hallelujah, Pharoahe Monch'll do ya
Maintain the same frame of mind - screw ya!
Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, preacher with scriptures
I'm equipped to rip ya, reach ya
Pharoahe and Mos is verbal osmosis
Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here
Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis
The dosage is leavin you mentally unfocused here
MC's just - come on 'round
You're the next contestants on "Catch-A-Beat-Down"
Don't be hesitant, sound cracks the sediment
It's evident we medicine for your whole town
Sky's the limit, game's infinite when I'm in it
All windows is tinted, how you seein me when I'm in it?
Rap, we got it on lock man, stop that
Put that mic back down, boy, drop that
Pharoahe's flows blows shows like afros
We hate y'all though, that's why Nate Dogg goes:

^^ Sick rap... I love that track... Tuh duhn duhn.. LOL

woops wrong track.. but its the same album.... i was thinking get the fuck up lol

That was Mos Def, Pharoahe, and Nate Dogg - Oh No.

Oh yeah... geez.. its been a while since i've hear pharoahe lol.... what the hell is up with him nowadays?

J-5 - A Day at the races;

Percy P:

"Bear witness
To where riches'll make career bitches share pictures
When the ears get this ya brainses software'll glitches
Splatter your brains
Leave scattered remains of matter and stains
That'll explain how you was battled and slain
I get rude and go, to your show and use a row
of fans to BOO and throw you off 'til you lose your flow
A pro mean like Joe Greene when I blow theme
Put your whole team on pause like cold cream
Then show laughter when I flow faster, your hoe haveta
go after her weave from the breeze when I blow past ya
I'm dapper plus ghetto and just pedal
When the dust settles we left in the rubble the crushed metal
Nurses with hearses sealin conversed with lit purses
Spit fire, make you first to bit, try me
Like Osama, OR DAHMER, I'ma cause trauma
And homicides when I collide I get kamikaze"

pure dope

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Best freestyle ever!

LOL!

haha... and this is where the phrase 'spittin writtens' comes from.

drake takes the cake at being a fake snake.... youuuuuuuuuu!!

just kidding....

lol

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"Don't put on no more beats"

Lol oh shit that's epmd I can't do that one

My all time fav..Jay-Z - Jigga What

Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous
shots with the fo'-fo'
Faggots runnin to the Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit
One shot could make a nigga do a full flip
See the nigga layin shocked when the bullet hit
And hey ma, how you, know niggaz wanna buy you
But see me I wanna _Fuck for Free_ like Akinyele
Take this ride 'til you feel it inside ya belly
If it's tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me

and


Got a condo with nuttin' but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke
See how I was flowin on my last cassette?
Rapid-fire like I'm blastin a Tec, never jam though
Never get high, never run out of ammo
Niggaz hatin n shit cause I slayed your bitch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick
And now you're, actin raw but you never had war
Don't know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe
Now she's mad at me, cause Your Majesty, just happened to be
A pimp with a tragedy
She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked her friend
She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again
I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, "Shit..
there's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!"

There are some dope lines in this thread... However, you missed one:

"On nights I perform like Mike
Any-one, Ty-son, Jor-don, Jack-son, Action, pack guns"

This one always stuck with me because BIG made a reference within a reference, connecting "Action" with "Jackson", then "Action Jackson" with "pack guns" like the character in the movie. Simple but genius.



On Drake... I really wonder if people would hate on the guy if he looked like, say, KRS or Immortal Technique. It's like dudes discredit him off top because of his appeal to the ladies, or whatever (n/h on that entire statement). Or, because he can rap and sing. Or because he's a former actor? So what?

I've been listening to hip hop since 1986... So I've heard them all for the most part. What are you all judging "good/ bad" on? I look at lyrical ability, cleverness, originality, content and emotion to name a few. You?

Dude is very clever and genuine (when he wants to be). I will say that I'm not a fan of his Wayne-styled stuff or Gucci Mane collabs, but I blame that on bad management (who I met in NY, dude was a total and complete asshole). Even still, I don't see how you can listen to "So Far Gone" and say the dude is garbage. If so, the above paragraphs.

*see the above paragraphs

The one that comes to my head immediatley (because I listened to it recently)

Insanity can it be vanity where's the humanity
and havin a twisted fantasy with an arm and leg amputee
straight jacket with a hundred eight brackets
and a strap that wraps twice around my back then they latch it

cut your fuckin head off and ask where your headn off to
get it headn off to
medic this headaches aweful this anesthetics pathetic
so is this diabetic waffle and this prosthetic arm keeps crushin my hard taco


I went nuts the 1st time I heard that

He can't hang with flex and to me he comes of really fake like hes trying to hard. I havent heard anything from him besides whats on the radio. We already have a lil wayne, he brings nothing that hasnt been done or being done. But thats just my opinion.

Sickest cat in the hat rhymes ever


I wish I was little bit taller,
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good
I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
and a '64 Impala

shrinkity shrink
tryin to make me think
go to my sink
and vomet
clean it up w/comet
earth is my plawnnet

traffic traffic
searching for my chapstick
theres a ford maverick

My name is B-rad.
Not Robbie van Winkle
I like my lattes non-fat
and don't fo-get the sprinkle

B-Rad, Malibu's Most wanted. LOL

About the drake thing. If some of you still think that any part of commercial hiphop is "real" you're all mislead. Lil Wayne, Drake, Kanye, All of them have rhymes that have been written for them, All of them had beats that have been produced for them.

I can't say any names, cause I could get people in trouble, but I have friends that have sold beats for #1 selling hip hop albums to people who took 100% credit, for nothing, they just had money and the conects to get it to the big guys. Same shit happens with the rhymes.

Just listen to it, enjoy it, don't enjoy it...watever. If drake wrote it or not, it's still hot.

Another Classic...

I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I'm too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan

I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk

Right Said Fred....btw, I'm pretty sure he didn't write his rhymes either LOL

one fish
two fish
red fish
blue fish

Nas - intro to "Live at the Barbeque" (already mentioned)
Biggie - "soon as he buy that that wine, I just creep up from behind..." Big Poppa lyrics
Rakim stuff (already mentioned)
Jay-Z - "Venus vs. Mars" verse (already mentioned)
Big L stuff - too many to quote

"Lose your soul in... whichever palm I'm holdin'
One'll leave you frozen, the other, noddin' and dozin'
I'm grindin' Jack" - Grindin' - The Clipse

"Straight outta Compton crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes
When I'm called off I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off
You too boy if ya fuck with me
The police are gonna hafta come and get me
Off yo ass that's how I'm goin out
For the punk motherfuckers that's showin out
Niggaz start to mumble, they wanna rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
Goin off on a motherfucker like that
with a gat that's pointed at yo ass
So give it up smooth
Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move
Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin
with a crime record like Charles Manson
AK-47 is the tool
Don't make me act the motherfuckin fool
Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe
I'm knockin niggaz out tha box, daily
yo weekly, monthly and yearly
until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly
that I'm down with the capital C-P-T
Boy you can't fuck with me
So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck
Coz Ice Cube is crazy as fuck
As I leave, believe I'm stompin
but when I come back, boy, I'm comin straight outta Compton" - Straight outta Compton - Ice Cube

"...Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment
Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there
Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head
I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon he peed the bed
Seven o'clock, pluckin roaches out the cereal box
Some shared the same spoon, watchin saturday cartoons
Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no thrill
In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel..." - All that I Have is You - Ghostface

I always paid more attention to the production over lyrics but I'll try and think of more stuff that caught my attention.

I’m so fucking dumb I wear diamonds on my thumbs
it’s a diamond on my dick, so that’s a diamond on her tongue
I can’t feel you baby, ’cause I’m romantically numb
emotionally drained, I came here just so I could cum

just came across another one of my faves

ill puke eat it and freak you
battle im too weeded to speak too
the only key that i see to defeat you would be for me to remove 2 adidas and beat you and force feed you with both and on each feet is a cleat shoe
ill lift you off your feat so fast with a round house youll think i pulled the fuckin ground out from underneath you
bitch i aint no fuckin G im a cannibal i aint tryna shoot you im tryna chop you into pieces and eat you
wrap you in rope and plastic stab you with broken glass and have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress
coke and acid black magic cloaks and daggers fuck the planet til it spins on a broken axis
im so bannanas im showin up to your open casket to fill it fill of explosive gasses and close it back with a lit match in it while i just sit back and hope it catches blow you to fragments laugh and smoke the ashes

eminem

This aint Detroit Red you wont X me out Malcolm
My exodus will never be from a violent outcome
I turn exorcist on niggas with extra clips
Exit on my ethics is no longer present
X-rays show I was this close to heaven
So for future reference I stay this close to a weapon

Obie Trice - Cry Now

Ghostface - Mighty Healthy & The Champ, Drake - Digital Girl, TI - No More Talk & Be Easy, Big L - Casualties of a dice game,

Soul Caliber FTW!


Eminem is/was/will always be on another level completely

I know everyone on this board hates drake and new school rappers but Drake's verse on Digital Girl is phemonal, his word play with the ability to stay on topic is just great... that shit is great.. Kanye verse is boo boo though

I don't hate on Drake as I find some of his lyrics/verses to be clever. His delivery is a little dull but he has some good lyrics no doubt.

Finally a voice of reason. You make a good point, he finds a way not to run out of words for the topic is really dope. I agree with Gaffle, his delivery isn't the best.

Bass! how low can you go?
Death row what a brother knows
Once again, back is the incredible
The rhyme animal
The incredible D. Public Enemy number one
Five-o said freeze! and I got numb
Cant I tell em that I really never had a gun?
But its the wax that the Terminator x spun
Now they got me in a cell cause my records they sell
cause a brother like me said well
Farrakhans a prophet and I think you ought to listen to
What he can say to you, what you ought to do
Follow for now, power to the people say,
Make a miracle. d, pump the lyrical
Black is back, all in, were gonna win
Check it out, yeah yall, here we go again

I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop
the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie
to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waste
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung

Now your party wasn't jumping and your DJ was weak
Instead of dope beats, he was spinnin them Z's
All the fly girls who came with a beat in mind
They all up against the wall like a welfare line
Do you think for one minute that this is it?
Your party is bogus, Yo it ain't legit
You better put on the hammer, And you will be rewarded
My beat is ever boomin, And you know I get it started
Get it started!

ce ice baby (x2)
All right stop collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop yo I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance go rush to the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it you better gain weight
You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

big pun- off with his head

"decorate the crib burgundy red"

"Hayatatatacha!

Kick! Punch! It’s all in the mind
If you wanna test me, I’m sure you’ll find
The things I’ll teach ya is sure to beat ya
But nevertheless you’ll get a lesson from teacher

Kick – Punch – Chop - Block
Once more now
Kick – Punch – Chop - Block"

+1 i thought i was the only one who thought drake sucks balls lol when i heard the "last name ever first name greatest" i said wtf, shitty ass line lol but hey this are the same kids that love the "do the jerk ' lol

I ball like playing Rajon Rondo in horse
My condo in NY is like a obstacle course
My hallway is longer than a far throw to Moss
NY what it do I do this rhyme shit for you
Walk around like 'whats the next beat that I'm gonna chew'
So this what I decided to do
Through all the sweats & the kicks
Hit the track & now I run this too
Sometimes I hear myself & I'm like DAMN
'That's what happens when I'm in front of a mic stand
My flow is almost as hard as my right hand
You beating me up is like a muslim saying he 'like ham'
Seeing niggaz come & go overnight fam
One hit careers my career has a lifespan_ Joel Ortiz (spittin' off that Run This Town beat)

I hear ya'll with that Drake, Weezy, T.I., & Jay talk, but to me, hands down, this cat is #1 MC lyrically in the game. Before ya'll mention your Carter albums, Blueprint albums, or even, yes I'm a even go there; YES I will go therrre, even Em, listen to this album The Brick: Bodega Chronicles joint. This muthafcukA is making the greats up there PROUD... But you got me for arguments sake on the album sales tip, but shit, even Vanilla Ice did what; 2mill copies too. Even when Bad Boy records got started & dropped albums from their 1st two artists, Craig Mack was celebrating with a platinum plaque & Biggie gold (at that time, I'm talking what, 1st couple wks./mon. sales)!

Quality not quanity! Hip Hop Hip Hop

+1 to Joel Ortiz bein nasty and not gettin enough love.



The dope gets sold by the bodega
While y'all call it dope, we call it the manteca
We don't look for lotto numbers in the newspaper
We play it right over the counter by the Now & Laters
Sit down on milk crates and play dominoes
¡Capicu! Slam it down, tell 'em adios
Another round of beers before we go upstairs
And watch a fuzzy TV on some of the oldest chairs
Relax, take a bath and get nice and clean
Come out just in time for dinner, you know rice and beans
A little chicken, maybe tostones, it's up to Ma
She might be tired keepin this house all up to par
Sometimes I look out the window and see some nice wheels
I got a thing for rims, they give me slight chills
Round here you get killed over a ice-grill
Guns pop but the O.G.'s carry knives still (word)

Hey! I'm a Craig Mack fan!!

Propz ...

Funny you posted that verse, I rocked for my PR patnas at a past cookout. The whole team went bananas, & I'm moreno & from Boston!!! Go Figure

Joell Ortiz is a problem; my fault A TROUBLEMAKER

GETO Boys.....

Scarface - on Minda of a Luntic

I sit alone in my four-cornered room starin at candles
Dreamin of the people I've dismantled
I close my eyes and in the circle
Appears the images of sons of bitches that I murdered
Flashbacks of bodies bein fucked up
Once I attack, I'm like a pit on a rage that's goin for guts
Boys used to die when I'm full fo that fry
I be ebbin when I'm high
So I say 'fuck' and just let bullets fly
Like I said before, scarface is my identity
A homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies
I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip
And bitch, come equipped, ain't takin no shit
Cause here comes a lunatic

or

Bushwick Bill on Gangsta of Love

Ok cathy
That hoe was hot.
The first peace of pussy that I ever got!
She fucked me till I was coming
Put my nuts in her mouth
And started humming
I said shit comense the checking
She started scratching my dill-bag
And said hold up a second.
Turned me over on my back gold.
Opened up my butt cheecks
And started licking out my asshole
That's why I guess that I'm the gangster
And oh kathleen johnson sweetheart
I'd like to thank you
Little hoes out there are getting stuck,
By niggas like me and we really don't give a fuck!
Big-ass titties are the sexy switch
Whatever you get, you deserved it bitch!

Even their love jams were sick....

Check out Action (Scarface) on Quickie....

Shit, tired as..
Need some pussy badder than a motherfucker.
See if this bitch is home.
(Dialing)
(Ringing)
(Girl) - Hello?
(Scarface) - Hello darlin' how you feelin'? It's Sax.
(Girl) - Fine, how are you?
(Scarface) - Ahh, just maxin'
(Girl) - Been thinking of you.
(Scarface) -Yeah? Well let's get together.
(Girl) - Okay.
(Scarface) - Let me take me a shit, and I'ma meet 'cha at 11. Oh yo, bring a friend, I gotta buddy wit me.
(Girl) - Ain't got no friend.
(Scarface) - What?!
(Girl) - Just come and get me.
(Scarface) - I guess you know what's up.
(Girl) - Yeah I know what's up.
(Scarface) - I ain't down for a love affair, I just wanna fuck.
(Girl) - Better come get me.
(Scarface) - Yo, don't bullshit me, she thinks I wanna long one, but I just want a Quickie.

Knocked on her window, didn't wanna wake her parents. Came to the door and the bitch was just starin'
(Scarface) - Come on girl. Yo what the fuck is up?
(Girl) - Why you rushing?
(Scarface) - You rollin' with a nigga bitch or what?

Walked out lookin' kinda sexy, jumped in the vehicle, and you know what happened next D. Took her about an hour to get hot, but once I got her started it was hard to make her stop. She started making noises, and then the heavy breathing, I started suckin' the tits, and rubbin' the pussy. Easy Ha ha ha, yeah.

But anyway.

She was more like beggin', and pleadin' for the fuckin', unzipped my trousers, and then started suckin'. Had me sayin' shit, I grabbed her by the sweater, she wanna lick my booty, I guess I better let her. Once I came I didn't want the bitch to kiss me, she thought I wanted a long one but I only wanted a Quickie. Ha ha ha ha ha ha, Word. Yeah.

Drove her back home, she was lookin' kind of frantic. I gave the bitch some dick, I couldn't understand it.

(Scarface) - Ay yo, what's the problem?
(Girl) - I didn't even cum, I shoulda stayed home.
(Scarface) - Yeah, but I'da still got me some. Pull it together, get your shit and go.

She looked me in my eyes, shook her head and said NO. She'd of killed me if I didn't fuck her right, so I got on that ass and fucked the pussy all night. She was cumming hectic two nuts at a time, it really didn't mater, cuz man, this bitch was fine. She was slippin' off the seat so I caught her, The girl had the looks that made me wanna fuck her harder, grabbed me by my head, she was moanin' and prayin', opened up some more, and fucked her in the ass. The bitch was gettin' married, but all that shit was fine, I gave the girl a fuckin' that would last a life time.

Oooooh, when I get home, my girl is gonna get me, it turned into a long one but I only wanted a Quickie.

Lil wayne! But i dont think he writes his own shit...

"hope I dont look weak
cuz when a wolf cry wolf you still see that wolfs teeth muthafuckaaaa
futuristic handgun if you act foul you get two shots and one
I'll match your face like lancome
you niggas softer then roseanne's son
you cannot reach me on my Samsung
I'm busy fuckin' the world and givin' the universe my damn tongue "

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Fresh Prince:

"when a couple of guys, they were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighbourhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said your moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air "


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i fu&k ur sister, I fuc& ur cat,
I wont fuc& ur moms cause the bi___ is too fat!!!

for some reason CB4 was the first thing to come to mind....

C'mon son...you call that SICK? That's fukkin terrible.

I'm looking at some of the shit....yes I said SHIT that you guys are saying are the sickest rhymes. And I see why hip hop is all fukked up. No worldplay, no metaphors or similies, no complexities what so ever.

RIP hip hop...the inmates are running the asylum.

LOTU - One Day

Check it
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
Blackin out on anybody think they fuckin with us
We just, live the life of Billboards and mic cords
Straight buyin shit you can't afford (hah) so put it down
and stop touchin it, you wanna step to us, see you rushin it
Watch your head, I'll be bustin it, what's this?
Who you think you talkin to - you think we slippin?
Yo Brat, stick the clip in, these niggaz is trippin
Bustin shots like pimpin (pimpin) hit you in your hip and (hip and)
take your Bills like Clinton (Clinton) nigga I ain't bullshittin
You must be lost - thinkin Jersey niggaz is soft
I should whip out on your niggaz - make you take your rings off
Now take your fuckin jeans off, for thinkin that we soft
Before I squeeze off, make you nigga ease off
Cause me gettin burnt or hurt, won't be tolerate
Funk Bizzy put a foot to your ass, you're constipated - what?

Nice & Smooth - Sometimes I Rhyme Slow

Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick
I was on 125 and Saint Nick
Waiting on a cab, standing in the rain
Under my heart three clouds of pain
She got the best of me
What was her destiny?
Maybe I should lick her with my nine millime...ter
My mind is in a blur
Cause you could never pay me to think this would occur
Me and this girl Jane Doe was living together
We were inseparable, noone could sever
At least that's what I thought
But later I fought with her substance
And almost ended up in Supreme Court
When I was on the road doing shows getting biz
She was in my penz getting stiffy with her friends
And even when she crashed my whip I didn't flip
My man Slick Nick said Smooth you're starting to slip
Time went on I started noticing weight loss
Then I had to ask her was she riding the white horse
At first she said no, then she said yo Smooth I'm sorry
But I keep having visions of snow
I need doe
And I said woah little hottie
I'm not DeLorian, Gambino or Gotti
I don't deal coke, and furthermore you're making me broke
I'll put you in a rehab and I won't tell your folks
And what do you know
In 18 months she came home and I let her back in
And now she's sniffing again...

Ras Kass - Understandable Smooth the whole thing is cold but the final few lyrics killed me when I heard it "Ras Kass the Nova Don Juan, the phenomenon You know I'm bomb, I raise hell like Spawn!!!

Joell Ortiz was my other choice on the Slaughterhouse cut "Hip-Hop prayed and brought Pun right back" Dre's a damn fool for letting this dude go.

Y'all are in here posting entire songs and what not...

Sickest Verse not Sickest Short Story.....

dont underestimate the doc man

I like my sugar with coffee and cream

"Strategy Right! ima make THE decision RIGHT!"

LMFAO, not for the faint at heart:


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Found another, wow...just...

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Capadonna. Winter Warz.
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Shaolin what!

Im staten Islands best son fuck what ya herd

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Just capa's verse^

#3: "Do tha stanky legg, do tha stanky legg, do the stanky legg" - GS Boyz

#2: "I ain't got no problem when you fuckin me, but I got a little problem when you not fuckin me" - ODB

#1: "I love you like a fat kid loves cake" - 50

Hey hey, no sarcasm when it comes to ODB.

"You can switch to the other leg and you can stop with it"
I have seen some pretty weird people do the stanky leg. I have nightmares.

When did the length of a verse get shortened to 1 line??

Protect ya Neck

[Method]
It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth
Movin on your left, aah!
And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat
I wanna break full, cock me back
Small change, they puttin shame in the game
I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame
And like Fame!!, my style'll live forever
Niggaz crossin over, but they don't know no better
But I do, true, can I get a "sue"
Nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh
I mean ohh, yo check out the flow
like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin
Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough*

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
First things first man you're fuckin with the worst
I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse
I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack
Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you when you stepped through to
The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo
And I'll be damned if I let any man
Come to my center, you enter, the winter
Straight up and down that shit packed jam
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin
Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps
Niggaz be rollin with a stash
ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass!

nothing but love for ODB man - hey who else can rhyme an entire line with itself? Like Rolling Stone said: ODB walks the thin line between genius and homeless

Underground nominee:

Scram Jones - Liquid Heat
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Not bad for a DJ!

I'm like a sore thumb....ain't nothing to thumb wrestle with..

Swimming in a pool of money....come find me.....nemo!!! LMFAO wackest ish ever

Lupe

Truthfully I have trouble with second verses
Cause the first one be so intimidating
It’d be bullying and picking on it instigating
Pointing out all the second ones limitations
Like you ain’t nothing but an imitation
Like betcha baking then it gets the chorus
And the beat to together then they gang up on him and get to hating
But then around the 8th bar he tired
So they conspire and comiserating then he find his inspiration
To spar he takes a few seconds of judo lessons
Gets back on beat then punches the guitar
They stand in awe like when did you write that
They even right black
First verse already happened
So he don’t have a chance to fight back
I like that



We get it... people on this forum done like Drake.... we all understand now. But just so you can read it..

Drake - Digital Girl

Who’s that peeking in my window?
You should let some more skin show…
And if one of these websites get the info
We can work it out, no Nintendo
I just hit Alt....Tab
Switchin’ in-between two convos
I should just call cabs
And bring em both here to the condo
Normally, it ain’t a question
We would cross paths like an intersection
But she just too far away for affection
So I pray that we never lose the connection
‘Cause I remember Stacy, she probably hate me
She used to threaten she had a man to replace me
She talked that shit, I just hit the escape key
And then she’d get mad and want to go and erase me
I remember Amy, she used to AIM me
She stayed up late, and used to blame me
She say I’m too wild, she wanna tame me
I told her ‘Even Photoshop couldn’t change me’
But you-you-you You got me open, girl, why lie?
We ain’t even tryin’ to settle, so why try?
End the night with a kiss and a bye-bye
No strings attached your love is so WiFi

And for everyone that dislikes even good verse by certian artists because of who it is, is no better then the sheep that love every track the same dude makes no matter how garbage it is. I am not comparing Drake to any of the greats but to act like the dude doesn't have a talented bone is his body is just wrong.

Drake is not soulja boy, he is better then that.

I'm like a slippery stage.....on ain't nothing to perform on..oh wait...he already did that one.lol yeah dude is talented (can't even walk on stage right)...

Nas - Nastradamus

sick ass verse.

I let y'all niggas bang my shit before Saddam hits
The Nastrodamus tell us what time it is
I was the first one on that Don shit
First nigga to sing a hook on some TJ Swan shit
Black ski masks up in the projects, camoulflage, full clips
Run up in your crib, tie up your bitch
Weigh the bricks and we loco, so broke, brown coke won't sell
Spendin' your money on weed, smoke and hotels
Hood rats and bullet wound up females
Got babies by hustlers and niggaz in jail
Slingin for chips and fiends with burnt finger tips
Base heads, killed cab drivers just for a hit
A week later, sportin' Gators, gettin' thrills
Our honies wearin' Gucci high heels
She come to scoop me, I chill
Leave streets alone for a sec
Hit the sky bar, sunset, and the sex is so high-tech
Uh

im not sayin im number oh im sorry i lied im number 1,2,3,4, and 5

Eminem - Soldier

'Yo', never was a thug, just infatuated with guns, never was a gangsta, 'til I graduated to one,
and got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin', took the image of a thug, kept shit
appealin', willin' to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant life or death, never live to
regret what I said, when you're me, people just want to see, if it's true, if it's you, what you
say in your rap's, what you do, so they feel, as part of your obligation to fulfill, when they
see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real, in confrontation ain't no conversation,
if you feel you're in violation, any hesitation'll get you killed, if you feel it, kill it, if
you conceal it, reveal it, being reasonable will leave you full of bullets, pull it, squeeze it,
till it's empty, tempt me, push me, pussies, I need a good reason to give this trigger a good
squeeze..."

There is so many over the years but ............

Big Pun - Twinz
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready; meet me at Vito's
with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurping spaghetti
Everybody kiss the ****ing floor, Joey Crack, buck em all
If they move, Noodles shoot that ****ing whore
Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily

R.I.P. PUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I always see Nas verses written down and think wow that's amazing why have I never heard this before?!!?!?!?! Then I remember the beat was gash and I skipped straight to the Premo/Large P tracks.

This is how I represent I rock the mic 110 percent

It's intimate, I keeps the party moving like a imigrant

Binary Star, superstar its no coincidence

Every verse is intricate, this ain't a circus in a tent

We don't get down like them clowns and the kids

I'm use to being indegent, who said its all about the Benjamin's?

I wanna fortune, I wanna make music and hit the lottery

Fortunately my music is never watery

That's how its gotta be, as far as I can see

Maybe you should grab a telescope to see my veiw its like astronomy

It aint all about economy

so the fact that these wack emcees is making G's don't bother me

Honestly, my number one policy is quality

never sell my soul is my philosophy

High velocity, lyrics like Nastradamus make a prophecy

I told you cats a long time a go it ain't no stoppin' me

I bomb your set that's not a threat its a promise

Got everybody ridin' on my wagon like the Amish

But still I never claim to be a big rap star

So no matter who you are its still Allah who act God

Better believe this, most rappers can't achieve this

I'm bad to the bone but x-rays can't even see this

See I'm strategic I letcha money talk bullshit walk

While I keep it rollin' like parapalegics

Whoever's on the microphone let it be known

You in danger, I got next(necks) like the Boston Strangler

You ain't never heard an emcee speak like this

And Rodney King ain't never felt a beat like this

I always said that this is one of my favourite verses of all time...Binary Star-Reality Check....classic beat, classic verse...Great Shout.

2pac. me and my girlfriend. nothing can touch that song. shit everything he did.

wait young joc u see this bottle. im drinking your house note. or young jeezy on always strapped remix.

also, 2pac- brendas got a baby

Digable Planets

We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard rock Brooklyn kids
Us flow a rush when the DJ's boomin classics
You dig the crew on the fattest hip hop records
He touch the kinks and sinks into the sounds
She frequents the fatter joints called undergrounds
Our funk zooms like you hit the Mary Jane
They flock to booms man boogie had to change
Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion
Where kinky hair goes to unthought-of dimensions
Why's it so fly cause hip hop kept some drama
When Butterfly rocked his light blue-suede Pumas
What by the cut we push it off the corner
How was the buzz entire hip hop era?
Was fresh and fat since they started sayin audi
Cause funks made fat from right beneath my hoodie
The puba of the styles like miles and shit
Like sixties funky worms with waves and perms
Just sendin chunky rhythms right down ya block
We be to rap what key be to lock


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